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Go out into the field and rap to these peopleI got the concrete under my feetI got shotty right next to my bodyI got the hood notes so street get your float onI got the ease back style, watch out what i'm typinNoise, noise, noise, noiseTo summarize a lick at the man with the stickCome strategy fight act like new yorkPieces can squeeze deep of the wayWhy g mayors sonnies dis itWe latitude sway we determine the preyHe swings the whole sphere in originalScare steelo's weak soul scream and a whisperBlow the house right over black people growWe makeNoise, noise, noise, noiseI got the buck wild style that make you get hyperI got the knowledge of god, sevens all in my cipherI got the new york hip hop so it goes on and onLose my mind, pen and paper then the rhymes is notSongtexteMind held down well so you can't touch itWhen i discharge fools pray for peaceBeats all on my back it's just like that in brooklynSo i vibrate and shake em off like fleasElectromatic radiation, radio wavesChanging frequencyHere in n.y.c we get busyRaps and peas, street smarts, no college degreesToo many degrees the freeze not fakinFake snakes are bacon, honeys hips are shakinIt ain't no joke so get your boysThis i full rule what we doWe makeNoise, noise, noise, noiseI got the power for twenty four hoursI got the love pump, brooklyn don't frontI got the fly joints pat, like that, like thatI got the slow motion got my float, got my cliqueI get sly when i feel the positive vibe, uhThe seven gets eleven when i'm filled with the vibesNow i'm flyin high through the seventh dimensionAs i travel uptown to get a piece of the actionThen i'm maxin with the actual facts menAs we relax to a black ceaser flick and third visionMy movements is precision, supreme mathematicianIndeed i'm true and livin when i'm givinWhat?ThatNoise, noise, noise, noiseBrothers with the blowouts develop your envelopesStamp it, amp it, raise your razor bladeFound downtown in the land of crooksMy pops say books, i say sneaks and name bucklesPigs say freeze boy, shit, i just chucklesFence alleyWalkin by them fronts from my jip in the flattyEverthing cherry cause george just stole a caddyWho bust dex was the question nextDre saidNorthboundThen he sipped his becksThen he clipped his vex, display the contextBeep code, street clothes and all the nose candyHotter microphone, heater the chrome jammyMy family consists one honeyComrades, ghetto streets, more gods than greeksThe seven twos eleven till death toyNow you understand what i'm talking aboutNow you understand what my walk is aboutNow you understand what new york is aboutWe makeNoise, noise, noise, noiseIt's justNoise, noise, noise, noiseThey keep lying together like fingers on the canNo outsiders ever, never Aus Songtexte Mania